It really, REALLY begins

(actually it began a November with a attempt that ended in surgery) But this is the real beginning.   I have a supervisor at work who knew that H and I were having such a crappy beginning to this year, with both of us having surgery that she kept asking when my birthday was, because she said “that will be the beginning of your year this year.”   I have been taking this to heart and TTCing wise it has been true, my birthday was on 4/20 and on 5/1 there I was with a 20 mm follicle and a trigger shot in my hip.   Yesterday H and I left the doctor’s office with shit-faced grins on our faces and it felt like midnight on the best new year’s ever.    We went in this morning and Dr. B said that our donor looked very mobile and now those swimmers are hopefully searching for my nice egg. (I have been affectionately calling it “my big fattie” - I assume that is a compliment to an egg.)    I must admit that I was nervous before the IUI began, but it was not at all painful for me, and I feel now really calm about the whole thing.  (Except for one second this morning while talking to a client I thought to my self -”holy shit this is crazy.”)  H was really cute after it was all over, I was lying there and she was talking to the sperm telling it how to find an egg and make us a baby.   It was a wonderful start to a day – really.

We go in for another IUI tomorrow at 8:30, and we are having a baby focused weekend: tonight we are going to go see baby mama with a bunch of friends and then we will be working on baby quilts for our friends who are having twin boys in September.   We are aiming that they look something like this with one being themed blue and the other yellow:     

 

p.s. I am excited that others are twwing now too – it somehow makes it all so much better.